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“Yeah?” He leans in closer, his voice barely a whisper. “Then tell me why you’re wearing the clothes I picked out and bought for you… why you smell like me…” His
thumb drags over my hip, where last night’s bruises are starting to bloom. “…and why I can feel you shaking beneath my touch, like you can’t fucking wait for me to do it again?”
“Angel, the only way I’d ever hurt you is if you begged me for it. If you got on your knees, looked up at me with those pretty, desperate eyes, and asked me nicely.”
“I’m dating your brother,” she whispers, a final attempt at logic. I let out a low, dark chuckle. “I don’t fucking care.”
“You’re impossible.” I tilt my head, my voice dipping lower. “I’m inevitable.”
“Fine. I want you in my bed every night, with my ring around
your finger, and then I want to fuck babies into you. Happy?”
“I think I’m the man who’d die for her. I think I’m the man who wouldn’t trade her for a promotion or a calendar full of conference calls. I’d never even think of letting let her settle for
less than what she fucking deserves. And just so we’re clear—neither of us deserve her—but I’m the only one who’d burn this whole fucking world to the ground just to keep her.”
